Stratosphere Contemplations

She gazed below as the ground continued to move underneath her. She was high up in the atmosphere, mostly in the outer reaches of the Earth’s gravitational pull and yet still close enough to see as the planet turned.

‘It is so beautiful. I can see why my queen would do everything she could to protect this place.’

It was a view that she had seen millions of times throughout her life and it was likely that it would continue to be one that she sought during those times when she wanted to be alone. There were very few that could reach this height and not require some kind of equipment to either give them air or hold their position. She did both effortlessly and without much thought.

This wasn’t the first time she had sought this refuge since her sister was sent away and it wouldn’t be the last time either, but each time she came here, she was less melancholy and less prone to depression.

This was a very good thing. For someone with her abilities and responsibilities falling into a depression wasn’t just disastrous for herself, but for millions of other lives that not only depended on her to defend them, but for the generations that would come after. When someone, anyone fell into depression they lost track of time. She couldn’t afford to do something like that when what were months or years to others were centuries to her.

‘Maybe I should go on a short tour of our galactic region as Solaris has suggested. It would do me good to be away from the last place my sister and I were together on.’

With her mind made up, Star gave one last look down at the mountain range below before jetting off through the atmosphere back to her queen’s current abode.

image: courtesy of Wikipedia Commons taken by Bjoertvedt and used under the Creative Commons Agreement


Inspired by the current Light and Shade Challenge.


Lonely Invisibility

Star flew overhead, looking down at the people below her. They could not see her, mostly because none of them were looking up, but partly because she’d cloaked herself in the invisibility that was the UV rays part of the spectrum.

Life for her hadn’t gotten any easier since the War was over. She served Solaris and worked with the differing levels of the Guardians and the liaisons they had with other militant groups and governments, but the more time she spent around others the more she felt like an outsider.

‘Sister, I miss you more each day.’

Written for Light and Shade’s Friday:

I know I just posted another entry for this prompt, but this one is actually within the word count limits.

Teardrop Creations – Day Thirteen

Teardrop creations,
That is what we are called.
We were created
By our Mother of All.
She was so Lonely,
Our Mother of All,
She called out for others,
But none answered Her Call.
Tears welled up in her eyes,
She sobbed out her heart,
Begging others with cries
To come and stay with Her.
When tears fell from her cheeks
They splattered on the ground
And grew up and up,
Until she was surrounded all around.
Different things sprung up
And with a tremulous smile,
The Mother of All
Found Her worthwhile.

Written as my offering for today’s NaPoWriMo Prompt:

Also, this is sort of an homage to a universe that I’ve been writing in since grade school. It’s a partially finished work that I have worked off and on through for over a decade and a half at least. I’ve known how it was to end almost since the beginning, it’s getting to the ending that has always been a bit of a problem. The most interesting thing about this story is that it was something that I inherited from a friend and is in no way shape or form a fanfiction. Someday I hope to finished this particular story.


“It’s been so long,” she whispered as she looked out over the sleeping city before her.

Star wanted to see her sister, wanted to view her happiness with her own eyes.


“You cannot seek her out, not even should you stumble upon where she lives. You must do everything you can to avoid her.”

She knew that being able to see her sister would not fix what she had done. It wouldn’t matter that Star had done it to save her sister, to give Comet a chance at more than a little room with padded walls and eternal suppression cuffs. She had still cut her sister off from the only people she had ever known. She had sealed any and all abilities that they had been born with and had cast her out of the Fold.

“No, I did more than that.” A tear streaked down her cheek as she turned away from the city sprawled out in front of her.

She looked back at the mountain range behind her. She was standing on one of the ledges that had a perfect view over most of the city before her. The sky had long since gone dark, but no stars remained view-able due to the light pollution emanating from the city below. Star didn’t know the name of the city, didn’t even really know where it was located on this world. It was up in the mountains, but close enough to some kind of delta or bay to have access to one of the oceans.

Star couldn’t take the time to find out the geography of every world she would go through. She would never have the time needed to complete her task if she did.

With a heavy heart, she leaped off the ledge she’d been standing on and up into the air, darting over the mountains and away from the city that she could feel the barest brush of her sister’s soul within.

“You don’t understand what you are doing, Star,” her Queen spoke softly, gently, “but one day you will.”

Written for last Friday’s FreeWriteFriday:

It’s been a while since I’ve been able to write for this prompt and I missed it dearly.

Friends To Lose

“Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.”
— William Shakespeare

What happens to the people left behind by those who have greatness in them? When you are great and you have no need for the people who were with you before, what happens to them?

She hadn’t meant to leave them so far behind, it had just happened the further and further up the hierarchy she got. She hadn’t used them as stepping stones, after all, they were practically family to her. They just weren’t with her most of the time anymore.

Maybe it would have been easier if she hadn’t had any friends in the first place to lose…